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Like Everyone
A lukewarm one I have become;
No thirst for why No tears in eye No more I weary from daily sun
No sublime sky No heavenly guy
No heart I hush from being a drum No frown on face No poems I taste that make me hum
No change I bring No dream I cling I'm just a sheep delights in crumbs
No love I feel No hate or zeal How I'm so boring like everyone!
Salma 29/8/2007
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